Sharanagatam

  The sun was just about to set. I reached just then. I got down from the car and walked to the river. I kneeled down and put my hand in the water. The water in the river had a little warmth because it was a sunny day. I sat down there, waving my hand for some time. It was so good, I hoped the time stopped then and there. Then I thought, my hand was feeling the experience of water. Irrespective of which part of the river I put my hand in, the experience will remain mostly stay the same. If I enter the river and swim, then my experience would become more vivid and significant. If I submerge myself completely underwater then the experience of water around me becomes everything. Hypothetically, just imagine because of my sheer desire to stay there I obtain the ability to breathe and live underwater. I would probably choose to explore further rather than swim back to the surface. I will start imitating any creature I would find living in that water. Slowly I will learn a movement of my own

  I'm the shadow behind what is expressible. I'm the core of what can never be expressed. I'm the one inside the darkness. I'm also the one in its absence. I dwell in depths of silence. I'm the ruler of the hall of sounds. I'm the cause behind every intention. I'm the force behind every action. I'm the offering. I'm the receiver of the offering. I'm the one who is called in every chant. I'm the blessing. I'm the one who is bestowing blessing. I'm also the one who is getting the blessing. I'm the water, fire, air, matter, space. I`m the one causing time. I'm the one beyond time. I'm the dream. I'm the one dreaming. I'm also the one free from the dream. I'm an integral part of every form. I'm also formless. I'm the witness. I'm the one being witnessed. There isn't anything, anywhere, anytime that is not me.

  The yearning, The desire. It's hard to tell if it is a selfless pursuit or a selfish endeavor. I never understood the great emotion being confined to a few words. Sometimes it's just the pleasantness of the union. Sometimes it's the pain of separation. Every other emotion feels like a by-product of that. It devolves into something evil the moment it's not about people but things.  In its presence, all things sweet don't feel the same always. And all sad things don't stay the same. When it is understood deeply, pleasure will never be in taking, but in giving. It is what gives comfort even inside a prison of our own making. It is the warmth in one's association. It is also the warmth of one's tears flowing down on their cheeks on farewell. Is there somewhere that it isn't there. I don't need to celebrate it particularly if I cherish it every day in one form or another. What it symbolizes neither changes for anyone nor anything. It is misinterpret

via GIPHY In this article, I`m going to explain the very basics of vectors. Then in the upcoming articles, I`m going to explain more concepts like span, subspace, basis vectors, vector components... etc. "A vector is a geometrical object with  both magnitude and direction . In simple words, it's a directed line segment , from two points A to B , where the line segment's length is the vector's magnitude and the line's direction  from A to B is the direction of the vector AB. " Well, that's quite a mouthful. I would advise the readers through my previous blog article  What`s The Point?  to understand more about the concepts of point and line. Now, let us try to understand the above-provided definition of a vector by understanding line segments. A  line segment is a line between two points . And a line is nothing but an infinite set of points. So ultimately a line segment is an infinite set of points between two points.  Now imagine a two-dimensiona

It gets hard. Hard to preserve the knowledge and wisdom of the past. Amidst indefinite human stupidity. And one generation will surely and completely stop passing it down. From that day on, Humanity will evolve in a certain direction rapidly. But will lose a connection to their past so important and fundamental to their existence, it becomes almost impossible to revive that because of the dimension they have evolved along. Today, hormones travel faster than thoughts. We were optimized to move in that direction. Because, there is means. Means to deliver the message. Message to condition the mind of people. Our minds reward us for bearing garbage, but will penalize, if we even try to contemplate on our own philosophical and moral standpoints. Who would find time to appreciate the un countable and thorough trials and errors out ancestors had to go through arrive at conclusions about the significance of various days in any year. Who would feel proud, that out ancestors had studied and put

There she was when I first experienced the glance of beyond. I never knew her existence. Little did I know that she was the mother of all mothers. And she was the representation of the absolute truth. I was listening to someone singing in her praise, But I did not know its meaning then. I was concentrating on it. I don't know when I became the one with the thing I was listening to. It's like I was completely absorbed in that. Then suddenly, all of those things I usually brightly sense start to fade away. There I was. Unmoving. Unacquainted with the experience before. I wanted to push it as forward as I can. Somewhere in that struggle, for a moment, I felt absolutely nothing. In that moment of the void, void of thoughts of being in the void. I was there. Till today I make attempts to describe that moment, but no amount of words can describe that moment. In the purest of hearts In the sternest rituals In the matter that pervades In the past, the present, and the future She reside

A song for sanatani to wake himself up, and fight back. Aware. Become aware. For which you wake up. O Sanatani. Make yourself able. Able to understand the truth of the past. Dont be ignorant. Ignorant of genocides against your ancestors. Be bold. Bold enough to speak against the fabricated lies. Embrace. Embrace the glory of Sanatana Dharma. O Sanatani. Dont be afraid. Dont be afraid to defend the defenseless. Be strong. Strong enough to face the hidden oppressors. Question. Question the arguments of hostile faiths. Raise. Raise your voice to condemn false narratives. Embrace. Embrace the glory of Sanatana Dharma. O Sanatani. Be patient. Patient enough for which you will win. Always. Always remember where you descended from. Warriors. Spiritual masters. Great scholars. Revered artists. Source. The Source of such extraordinary culture is your motherland. Embrace. Embrace the glory of Sanatana Dharma. O Sanatani. Embedded. Embedded are the secrets of nature in our rituals. Contemplate.